Ever since the day you left me, I've been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

It becomes more important to me as time goes on to make every album the best thing I've ever done, so it's a lot of self-imposed pressure that also kind of slows me down a bit.

I know now that everything I write, I'm going to put out, and I'll have to live with it for the rest of my life.

I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art!

If money can't buy happiness, then I guess I'll have to rent it.

As much as people are griping about the Internet taking sales away from artists, it's been a huge promotional tool for me.